Crossover Fic: Resprite (PB/FNL)
Title: Resprite
Fandom: Prison Break/Friday Night Lights
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Jane Phillips mostly; mentioned LJ Burrows, Tami Taylor, Eric Taylor, Julie Taylor, Landry Clarke
Category: Gen
Disclaimer: I would love it if I owned FNL. PB? Not so much.
Spoilers: PB - mild ones for S2. FNL - mild ones for S2 and early S3. If you read this, you’ll be fine.
Summary: resprite - a period of temporary delay; an interval of rest or relief.
Notes: Imagine if you will Jane and LJ went to Dillon, Texas after they left Colorado. So that means all the timelines have been changed to suit my purposes. I started this, well not this fic, but a crossover featuring these two fandoms involving these characters ages ago, maybe as early as 07 but more like 08. I've been wanting to finish it. Well, I decided to go in a different direction. This is the result.
Texas is a wide open space of blue skies and yellow fields. Of people that smile and say ‘Yes, sir’ or ‘Yes, ma’am.’ Texas feels right and not because it feels like home. Feels right even if it’s a last minute change.
Dillon will be their home for days, weeks, months. She doesn’t know. Truthfully she doesn’t even care. She needs the break more than she realized. He needs it more than she’ll probably ever know.
--
The first day of school and she watches him go but not before asking him if he’s ready, telling him it’s okay if he isn’t,‘You don’t have to do this. You can take some more time.’
The meeting with the principal, Tami Taylor, had went well. Jane saw her smile at LJ and knew she would take care of him. That her words ‘I love these kids like my own’ was a mantra and not a platitude.
When she took Tami’s card, heard Tami say, ‘Call me if you need anything’, Jane knew she would.
--
Tami is the kind of woman Jane thinks she might’ve been had she’d taken the expected path for people like her, the safer path. She would’ve become the coach’s wife or the doctor’s wife and baked for the bake sales. Washed cars at the car wash. Raised kids that loved their town.
But she wouldn’t have lost herself. She’d be Jane Whatever and not just Mrs. Whatever. Her kids would love the town and still want to leave it to see the world at the end of the road.
--
She runs with Tami in the morning. Sees her at the school when she’s got volleyball practice to run. Easily forged documents and the ability to sell a story and voila, she’s Jane Mitchell who moved to Dillon with her brother LJ because their parents died and a new beginning sounded like a good idea.
--
Her hometown lived and died for basketball. Dillon lives and dies for football. Maybe she should look at everyone funny and pity them for the importance they place on it. Like she used to. How they always want to tar and feather the coach for a loss, treat the players like nothing will ever be right again. But then everything is right, more than right, with the world if there’s a win. She doesn’t though. She is the devil’s advocate when she thinks it’s warranted but she’s not mean or nasty because wouldn’t it be great if this was the only thing people were living and dying for?
--
LJ thrives hanging out with Julie and Matt and Landry who Eric always calls Lance, which never fails to bring a smile to her face because he’s not a flake and seems to get everyone else’s name right. When she asks him about it, the look on his face, the way he runs his hand through his hair makes her smile, tells her he doesn’t even know he’s doing it.
--
The house is fully furnished. Really lived in. Tami’s her best girl friend. Her best friend. Six months in and she doesn’t want to leave. Six months in and she hates herself for the lies she tells. For the life she’s left when there’s work to do.
Fandom: Prison Break/Friday Night Lights
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Jane Phillips mostly; mentioned LJ Burrows, Tami Taylor, Eric Taylor, Julie Taylor, Landry Clarke
Category: Gen
Disclaimer: I would love it if I owned FNL. PB? Not so much.
Spoilers: PB - mild ones for S2. FNL - mild ones for S2 and early S3. If you read this, you’ll be fine.
Summary: resprite - a period of temporary delay; an interval of rest or relief.
Notes: Imagine if you will Jane and LJ went to Dillon, Texas after they left Colorado. So that means all the timelines have been changed to suit my purposes. I started this, well not this fic, but a crossover featuring these two fandoms involving these characters ages ago, maybe as early as 07 but more like 08. I've been wanting to finish it. Well, I decided to go in a different direction. This is the result.
Texas is a wide open space of blue skies and yellow fields. Of people that smile and say ‘Yes, sir’ or ‘Yes, ma’am.’ Texas feels right and not because it feels like home. Feels right even if it’s a last minute change.
Dillon will be their home for days, weeks, months. She doesn’t know. Truthfully she doesn’t even care. She needs the break more than she realized. He needs it more than she’ll probably ever know.
--
The first day of school and she watches him go but not before asking him if he’s ready, telling him it’s okay if he isn’t,‘You don’t have to do this. You can take some more time.’
The meeting with the principal, Tami Taylor, had went well. Jane saw her smile at LJ and knew she would take care of him. That her words ‘I love these kids like my own’ was a mantra and not a platitude.
When she took Tami’s card, heard Tami say, ‘Call me if you need anything’, Jane knew she would.
--
Tami is the kind of woman Jane thinks she might’ve been had she’d taken the expected path for people like her, the safer path. She would’ve become the coach’s wife or the doctor’s wife and baked for the bake sales. Washed cars at the car wash. Raised kids that loved their town.
But she wouldn’t have lost herself. She’d be Jane Whatever and not just Mrs. Whatever. Her kids would love the town and still want to leave it to see the world at the end of the road.
--
She runs with Tami in the morning. Sees her at the school when she’s got volleyball practice to run. Easily forged documents and the ability to sell a story and voila, she’s Jane Mitchell who moved to Dillon with her brother LJ because their parents died and a new beginning sounded like a good idea.
--
Her hometown lived and died for basketball. Dillon lives and dies for football. Maybe she should look at everyone funny and pity them for the importance they place on it. Like she used to. How they always want to tar and feather the coach for a loss, treat the players like nothing will ever be right again. But then everything is right, more than right, with the world if there’s a win. She doesn’t though. She is the devil’s advocate when she thinks it’s warranted but she’s not mean or nasty because wouldn’t it be great if this was the only thing people were living and dying for?
--
LJ thrives hanging out with Julie and Matt and Landry who Eric always calls Lance, which never fails to bring a smile to her face because he’s not a flake and seems to get everyone else’s name right. When she asks him about it, the look on his face, the way he runs his hand through his hair makes her smile, tells her he doesn’t even know he’s doing it.
--
The house is fully furnished. Really lived in. Tami’s her best girl friend. Her best friend. Six months in and she doesn’t want to leave. Six months in and she hates herself for the lies she tells. For the life she’s left when there’s work to do.